The Summer I Turned Pretty (Summer, #1)

by Jenny Han

“Are you thinking about Conrad?” he asked mockingly.

It was exactly what I wanted to do with Conrad. Make him mine.

I liked to think that if Conrad went to my school, he wouldn’t play football, he’d be on the lit mag, and he’d notice someone like me.

Over his shoulder Conrad said, “Good night, Belly.” And that was it. I was in love.

Conrad was the one I liked, even when he was moody and inaccessible the way he was now. It had always been Conrad. I’d never seriously considered Jeremiah, not with Conrad standing there.